Lying underground,
blond hair on white pillow,
fingernails and hair
still growing after death,
I awaken in my coffin,
gasping for air,
clawing through silk,
through wood,
through dirt,
summoned back
by your heartbreak.
But you, so selfish
in your sadness,
forgot where I lay
when you called me back,
and assumed my time away
was filled with sorrow.